1 Cam huddled in the makeshift shelter he had constructed against the side of the ravine. Well out of the grasp of the stream even at flood stage, he could not escape the fine droplets of mist that rose from the tumbling water.2 Normally that would not cause him any great discomfort, but the driving rain from above, feeding the stream, had also soaked him to the skin. The heavy, brooding clouds hung low, almost brushing the treetops. He sighed. The rain wasn't going to let up anytime soon.3 The best thing he knew to do was to sit tight for now. It was just as well he'd been carrying his light camping kit when the side of the ravine had fallen away under his feet. At least he hadn't been injured, but for the moment he couldn't get out, either. Perhaps the best way to weather the storm was to stay as dry as possible and to imagine himself elsewhere.4 School, he thought. What would he be doing if this were a school day? He checked his watch. Right now, he'd be in the library with his friends, trying to get some homework done. He smiled to himself at the thought. Not just doing homework, but they would also be testing their sneak-ability.